Tag Archives: melissa etheridge

It is perhaps the pain that takes me there tonight. It’s 1990 or is it 1991? I’m a young wife and new mother. My husband is deployed in Desert Storm… I am his wife. With him gone, I am alone with the spawn. I am his wife. His. Then. I am her mother. Always. There’s a … Continue reading →

i pulled the MOON tarot this morning, reversed. i don’t pull every day and i do not do full readings (not my skill set) but i treat the pull as a message. It is not so much the card as it is what the card means this day… how it speaks to me. A Rorschach … Continue reading →

i’m home from PXS and starting to recover some sleep… keeping the foot up a bit along the way. i worked today and am working into the night from the home office (aka… livingroom table) while listening to Melissa Etheridge. Mmmm… thinking of the bitch tonight. i opened the weekend’s suitcase and found her black … Continue reading →

The last few days… damn… the sheer volume of need around me (and within me… who am i kiddin… i’m fairly dripping with it myself) i say to C that i feel like i’ve been moving from wound to wound at work… trying to help people who need help and all the while feeling utterly … Continue reading →

Today… this week… this time…this place… this now… is all changing. i’m changing. Master is going through changes. A dear friend is also going through major changes and i am wishing i could be more present on her path but my footing on my own is tenuous at best today. i’ve got some shit going … Continue reading →

i recently had the opportunity to walk hand-in-hand for a time. i hadn’t done so in years… yes, years. What strikes me as so odd is that i didn’t realize that it had been so long… it didn’t really occur to me that i had stopped doing such things… until i was doing it again. … Continue reading →

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